Knocked Up by the C.E.O (Knocked Up)
“Don’t cry. Are you going to be okay living in a penthouse and raising a baby, though?” Our kiss ends. So many things are running through my mind, and I ask, thinking about our future. It’s a spacious place with four bedrooms and five bathrooms. It’s also the entire level of the building and on the eleventh floor, the highest available.
“I think so. I mean, we have months and months to think about things like that. Plus, it’s so conveniently located to the office, which is not something I’m willing to give up. I mean, during maternity leave, sure, but who’s to say we can’t make it work once our child is born? Your office is pretty big.” She winks.
“You’re not wrong about that. I wouldn’t mind having our child there with us. In fact, if I know you, there’ll be a decorator here tomorrow to get rid of the bachelor elements you’ve been grumbling about, and then next will be the office,” I tease. After things came to the surface in the embezzlement case, Dylan decided to lease out her studio apartment. It was one of those discussions that could have gone either way—her pissed as hell at the idea or letting it slide off her back. She chose the best one when it came to her safety. Thank you, Dad, for your help in letting Dylan see the full circle.
“Well, I mean, glass tables are kind of a hazard, and there is so much chrome. I seriously think you told the decorator when you moved in here that your favorite colors are black and chrome. So, maybe I’ll start working on that,].” I see the mirth in her eyes.
“I’m going to marry you, Dylan Thorne. The ring is tucked away. One day, I’ll whisk you away, take you to the nearest chapel when you’re least expecting it, and sweep you off your feet.” I would have proposed well before now if it weren’t for the other shit in our life. Even now, I’m not proposing. Not when I know even if she were to say no on the off-chance, I wouldn’t let her anyway. I’d tie her to the bed, wring out every orgasm her body has to give until she said yes, then she’d be bound to me forever. And that’s something that will be happening soon.
“I suppose you won’t be asking me either, will you? Only telling me. Hmm.” My hands move to her hips, scooping her up in my arms, those long shapely legs of hers wrap around my body, and head for our bedroom.
“I’m pretty sure I won’t have to ask you. You’ll be saying yes the minute my tongue meets your clit, fingers gripping my hair as you grind your pussy on my face.” The tightening of her legs around my middle and the subtle movement she makes against me let me know her answer. Now it’s time to enjoy the mother of my child and future wife in all the ways imaginable.
Epilogue
Dylan
Nine Months Later
“Six weeks is a long time not to be inside my wife,” Wes groans as he lazily pistons his hips back and forth. As if we have all the time in the world and our newborn baby boy, Jameson, won’t be waking up, demanding his milk. You know the one where I’m the human milking machine? I wouldn’t trade it for the world. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wake up like clockwork to let us know, or the fact that my breasts let down when it’s getting close to the time and then boom, I’m leaking like crazy. The way Wesley looks at me as I feed our son melts my heart.
“It feels like longer.” My hands move to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as I hold on, each thrust causing my core to clench. Wesley’s body is glistening with sweet, sinewy muscles tightening and pulling with each movement.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You had my mouth between your legs just this morning, on that greedy pussy of yours.” His words make my body tremble. Wes isn’t wrong, but that’s just how the two of us work—the sexual tension is always simmering just beyond the surface. A whispered nothing, a light touch, a heated look, that’s all it takes for me to want Wesley, and it’s the exact same way for him when it comes to me.
“God, just like that. More,” I plead. He grinds down on my clit with his forward movement. My hands fall from his shoulders, moving to the sheets beneath my body as he works me closer to an orgasm.
“You want it, you’re going to get it, and you’re going to take me with you.” I decided at my postpartum appointment that the shot would be the best option for the time being, in case we wanted more children down the road.